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Swollen Members - Funeral March Lyrics


Funeral March Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's
Explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path of light,
Laugh to afterlife Earthly primitive disturbing images Center of attention,
Feel my inner-tension Conquest original, intent to purify spirit Regiment
Descend with a vengeance My brothers she'd blood with me You hate on what
I'd love to be It goes paralyzed force, I fly through my verse I fly high
In a parallel universe Strange fascinations living in a world Where
Children are just spit on become greatness I'm antisocial, misplaced
Aggression I'm not your trophy, love breeds obsession

[Chorus:]
Yesterday does not exist Tomorrow is made Today is all there is

[Verse 2:]
Lust for advancement, personal development Mentally elevate psychedelic
Elements Isolated Mad Child talk torture Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and
Go-karts Dark town iron-jawed angel Danger's no foreigner, I enjoy
Strangers Aqua, blue, turquoise-ingrained scenery Fascinated landscape, my
Mind's machinery

[Verse 3:]
The danger's imminent, the razor blades are intricately Placed inside our
Mouths, we spit them out at the belligerent A blessed array, decrepit
Decayed, in every display, be selective of the records you play In the
Black marble banquet hall back when I can't recall Show down house of blue
Leaves, blood and snowfall We're indestructible impossible odds Competition
Stops breathing? I'm a possible cause


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[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with shifted dimensions for
The demented souls Who hold pistols in suspense of the last days suspended
Animation of the free will revealed as a test but not yet Not until the
Last footsteps leave the green grass After the coffin is tossed in a soft
Pit of six feet of spirit form You watch it feeling awful and nauseous The
Angel of death just stomped you as you crossed through the universal sauce
Your agnostic belief cost you your afterlife Punishment of the grave as you
Approached by two blue-eyed angels No halos and dark faces expressionless
Three questions, no less than this No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted
The session in which case he will see his place in hellfire

[Chorus]


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